Martial arts become gods

Chapter 1343

Although he hasn't practiced yet, Mo Xian can still feel a majestic aura from the sky silver thunder body formula.

This kind of aura is incomparable to the Nine Star Town Demon Fist, not to mention some other lower-level martial arts.

The preciousness of this kind of existence beyond the level of martial arts is self-evident, just thinking about it makes Mo Xian very excited.

He can't wait to comprehend the meaning of it, but some small troubles in front of him need to be solved first.

In the surrounding air, there are still tiny sparks floating around, and everyone has almost fallen into a state of petrification.

It was as if there was thunder and sword light circulating in their eyes, and the memory seemed to be still stuck in the previous moment.

Just now Du Qiu slashed out countless swords in a row, so that his energy was exhausted and he fell limp to the ground.

But Mo Xian still stood tall, as if nothing had happened.

Being able to resist that kind of terrible attack without dodging or dodging is not something that a random person can do, and it is uninterrupted continuous slashing.

"Too, too scary, this Mo Xian is definitely a monster!" After reacting, everyone looked at Mo Xian with only horror left.

If it was said that Du Qiu's appearance gave them shock, but what Mo Xian brought to everyone at this time can only be described as shock.

Du Qiu was lying on the ground like a dead dog, his eyes were still empty and lifeless, but the palm print left by the hand of Taiyin Mie on his chest became clearer.

A gust of cold air was rampaging in his body, and with his current state, he might not be able to resist it at all.

At this moment, he knew that when he got hit by Mo Xian's palms, he was doomed to fail.

But he still didn't understand why his attack was like scratching an itch to Mo Xian.

Seeing Mo Xian walking towards him slowly, a trace of panic appeared in his eyes.

He began to regret why he threw away the life-saving identity plate in order to provoke Mo Xian.

Mo Xian walked up to Du Qiu, looked him up and down, and then stepped on him with his palm.

At this moment, Mo Xian felt much more at ease.

"Speaking of which, I really have to thank you!" He looked at Du Qiu with a half-smile, and then took off the two rings on Du Qiu's right hand in front of everyone.

Du Qiu was so angry that he was in a hurry, but there was nothing he could do.

There was Du Qiu's brand on the ring, but it didn't bother Mo Xian, he clenched his palm suddenly, and a huge energy poured into the ring.

"what!"

Du Qiu howled miserably, and spewed out another mouthful of blood, and the brand on Najie was also destroyed by Mo Xian.

When everyone heard the stern scream from a distance, they all felt chills, and even faintly sympathized with Du Qiu.

And they finally understood that although Mo Xian seemed peaceful on the surface, he was extremely ruthless in his heart.

After erasing the brand mark in the ring, Mo Xian began to investigate in it, and the most eye-catching thing was an incomparably bright cloud fire bead.

This cloud fire bead was bigger than any one he got, and its color was deeper, as if it was about to drip liquid.

Seeing the cloud and fire pearl, Du Qiu's face twisted again, "Damn it, it's mine!"

"Now, it's mine!" Mo Xian smiled lightly, and put the cloud fire pearl into his ring with peace of mind.

"You..." Du Qiu Yinjun's face was completely deformed, and he couldn't vent his stagnation in his heart, and finally turned into a mouthful of blood, which he spurted out.

It took him nearly two days to hunt down and kill a monster to get this cloud fire orb, otherwise, he would have returned long ago.

But now it was taken away by Mo Xian easily, how could he accept it.

"There seem to be a lot of good things!" Mo Xian rummaged through the ring while searching.

Since Du Qiu wants to take other people's things for nothing, he should be mentally prepared for this.

Not long after, Mo Xian found a palm-sized sculpture in the ring, but he couldn't figure out what it was.

After searching for a while, a look of joy appeared on Mo Xian's face, and he finally found the Sutra of Returning to the Yuan.

At this time, Du Qiu finally couldn't bear it any longer, his eyes widened suddenly, his pupils spread rapidly, and there was no sound.

Mo Xian was startled, and helplessly withdrew his foot, flicking the dust off his body like a normal person.

"Du Qiu is dead?"

Everyone's expressions changed at this moment, but they were faintly relieved. Now they finally don't have to pay the cloud fire beads that they had worked so hard to get.

The expressions of those people in Guyue Plain changed drastically. Now that Du Qiu is dead, they are considered to be over.

And the people in this city might be happy to teach them a lesson.

This city simply cannot accommodate them.

Thinking of all kinds of possibilities, they looked at each other and fled away one after another.

What's more, he directly took out the identity plate, crushed it and gradually disappeared into this space.

Mo Xian had no interest in paying attention to these people.

"Brother Mo Xian, I didn't expect you to be so powerful!" Tang Jun and others walked towards Mo Xian with strange expressions.

They finally understood why Mo Xian was so calm when he persuaded him to leave.

It was really hard for them to believe that Mo Xian came from an unknown small domain.

"Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in this war of ten thousand domains, we have to make some preparations." Mo Xian said flatly.

"It makes sense!" Tang Jun and the others nodded. They had always felt a little unconfident because they were from Xiaoyu.

But seeing Mo Xian now, they rekindled their confidence.

Those who came from the small domain may not be able to flex their muscles in the Great War of Ten Thousand Domains.

After chatting and laughing casually for a while, Mo Xian took back his identity plate and hurriedly returned to the place where he practiced before.

He was about to break through before, and that kind of eagerness is naturally self-evident.

"It's really a cultivator. It seems that we have to work hard. Being born in Xiaoyu is not a reason." Tang Jun looked at Mo Xian's back, and a sense of pride arose in his heart.

"Yes!" Everyone looked at Mo Xian, with a hint of fire in their eyes.

"Brother Tang Jun, look, you have made an amazing friend." A man walked up to Tang Jun with a bitter face, and said, it was Fang He who had compromised before.

Seeing Fang He, Tang Jun also didn't know what to say.

Originally, the relationship between the two was quite good, and they agreed to work together in this Great War of Ten Thousand Domains.

"It's not your fault that you chose that way." Tang Jun said.

"Maybe!" Fang He shook his head noncommittally, and then left with a gloomy expression.

It wasn't until Mo Xian left that the people around dared to speak loudly, and they all seemed quite excited.

It was still early at this time, and everyone was in groups of three or four, inviting them to go out together, looking for the cloud fire bead.

As for Du Qiu, he was lying on the ground alone.

This is the invincible evildoer before, but now he is like a dead dog, and there is not even a person to collect the corpse, which is quite ironic.

And at night, when those terrifying existences haunted him, he might completely disappear in this world.

(End of this chapter)